Remembering

Because I haven’t written in a while, I have a backlog of thoughts and memories jumbled in my mind. Daddy and I played many times during the last two weeks I just didn’t document it. So, my mind is full and I need to purge onto the page. It is a very odd sensation but it is as if all that’s happened stays in a holding tank until I write.

I keep it all in mind and it begins to morph into an alphabet soup. I start becoming worried that I have forgotten everything. But I do my best to set aside the fear and begin. I pull one thread and slowly it unravels. Soon I have words for you and a nice neat ball of string.

I worried about forgetting this past week while I still wasn’t writing. Last night I finally wrote and only about last night. Fresh memories…so easy, so present. Now I feel the tugging of the string because an end was found.